She is living in two distinct worlds. The one who is the definition of grace, serenity, and love. And the one who is on the other side of the coin.
Ballistic, killer, and wicked. There is no sign of calmness & forgiveness. Just blood and her sadisti...
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I am speeding and driving so fast as my life is dependent on it. And to be honest my life IS dependent on it.
Who'll take care if I'll not, I shouldn't have gone on a date in the first place
UGH, I hate myself. And I am pretty sure this is the work of those pussies who can't even face me. Once I get to see what he looks like in reality and who the fuck he is. I am going to skin his filthy face alive.
The enmity we're following is going gon for as long as I can remember and they're the big reason for me not being able to study in normal schools and be afraid even though we've fought very hard and they have lost from us, but they're very stubborn and they're not even thinking that what will happen to them.
Because my dad is no more a Mafia, now they have to deal with me and I don't care if the person in front of me is a child, woman, old, or a president.
When I kill. I kill. Harshly. No pain, no remorse, no emotions, only blood of my enemies.
I know only one thing that these are those sick Russian Mafia's and their attacks are getting heavy on us since the early mafia's son became the new Pakhan and his name is the only thing I know and his ways of getting to us. He always attacks my family, and I can never risk that.
I hate this person, who can not even show his face to me.
I'll kill you the day I'll meet you.
Draven Goncharov.
I got near my house pretty quickly with my mind continuing with my thoughts of that bastard.
From when I came into Mafia, he started getting a huge pain in my ass, and till he is not dying he always will be.
I quickly took two of my guns from the back of my driver's seat. And as always stuffed some small push daggers on my ankle boots, and inside of my leather jacket.
My car came to a halt in from of my mansion, where the fight is still going on, my mafia members are continuously getting killed and killing those Russians, I got out of my car in my fancy red slit dress which is helping me to stride walk fast and ankles boots, sound on the pavement, I quickly cocked both of my guns, on both hands, and held my arms straight in the air and started shooting with precision between their eyes or on the middle of the heart.
My medium length hair flowing back with my long strides. I point towards 2 more of the enemies and kill them as soon as they see me, I'll never leave anyone to tell Draven that how I look.
Then only I see Massimo layed down on the ground with a gun in his both hands, and killing someone who is hiding behind the car.
He saw me and winked at me grinning, I know how much he enjoys this shit.
I shake my head and we start our usual bet of who will kill more people without even speaking he is killing mercilessly with perfect precision I am killing with more precision and faster than him.
